I had an epiphany about politics at the Natural Grocer. On a mundane errand to purchase the purest water, Bunny brand organic carrots, and blueberry oat flakes, it happened.
Finding a parking place near Barrio Bread always takes time. Emerging from my ocean blue Prius –the reason I bought it — I head into the market under a dazzling Tucson blue sky.
Checking out Turmeric gummy prices so I don’t need to order them on Amazon. Strolling through the never-grow-old facial product section. Then I make my way toward the typically long checkout lines.
On the other side of the line backing up to the salad dressing aisle, past the potatoes and tomatoes, I notice a customer packing up her stash at one register, ready to leave.
And it’s the nice cashier’s station, the woman with the flaming red hair and sparkling turquoise fingernails.
Steering my shopping cart her way, I wonder, How come no one is moving to that line?
Finding it difficult to keep quiet, as I often do, I ask the nice cashier her opinion.
“You know what’s what,” she says. “I see this all the time. If there’s a line, customers head over to it.
I beckon to a woman holding one bottle of multivitamins. Waiting in oblivion.
“Why are you waiting in that long line?” I ask.
Perhaps she’s hanging out in another world, contemplating an impending divorce or a daughter arriving from college or Tucson’s upcoming summer heat.
She shrugs, waking herself up, crossing the short divide between following and observing to stand behind me.
It’s like politics, my epiphany whacks me over the head. Is it the mindlessness of Melania Trump’s high style jacket message, “I really don’t care, do you?”
Here’s how it goes for many Americans:
I’ve got so much more to think about than some election. I’ll just ask my friends who they’re voting for and vote the same way. I don’t have time for political drivel. Besides, why rock the boat, if anyone asks who I voted for? It’s much easier to be a lemming of complacency.